26 thoughts on “déjà vu”

all these wind whipped words
chattering in the high branches of your mind
like birds loading up on the energy of dawn
like leaves clinging to the hope of a season
….already past
can’t you see
the birds are leaving, heading south
and the leaves are being sucked of their green
only colors remain, memories of vitality
let them go, let them fall
without trying…surrender
your words are just offerings
to the moldy earth

It’s been slightly too long between visits so I decided to stop by & fix that. Plus, I owed you a visit. Now, with Joe Henry ringing in my ears & way too much of everything else all I can say is, your latest is as masterful as ever. Love your way of inciting an ending through the poem itself. Almost self-referential but more direct route to the unknown. Thinking too much is as ever problematic as thinking too little; dichotomy via unstated opposites. Great poem; good to see all is well in your neighborhood. Take care & ease, in equal parts.

Appreciate, as always, everyone’s wonderful thoughts and feedback. I struggled with this one a bit, and it hit at times a little too close to home. Means a lot to see all the positive comments.
Peace & love,
–jsl